I want to dance with you

Just words

                 

(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott)

(We poets in our youth  begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth)
                          



      I want to dance with you tonight

Sober days and nights led us to places of loneliness. Two people sharing one house with locked doors, not enough words spoken and love forgotten.

Once we were young and fearless. I couldn't live without your kiss and your embrace. Once your voice and touch made me believe love was alive and forever. We held love like a delicious pain.

Today I watched you. Us sitting together without conversation.  Cell phones and tire mind accepting life as-is. I told you.
Honey, dear and my pretty lady. We need to depart this grave of our home and find some song. I want you in your red dress and red shoes. I need your evil smile and wild needs. We need some good song and dance my sweet love.

She smiled and asked. I watched you work and work. You seem to have surrender to work and forgot me. I want us to find the places where we were lovers, wild and untamed.  I want our roguish days when you ran to me. You are right Johnnie. We need to find some song, some Long Island ice tea and a motel by the sea. Dead love is shallow love. People who forget to feast on love. Are alone.

She appeared in red dress and her favorite read shoes. I told her. You are so beautiful my dear love. Tonight we will dance. I want to dance with you.  We will find a motel by the sea and learn to taste the elixir of love again.

She gave me a smile of doubt and she whispered. Promise made are to be broken. Love had few last chances. Maybe this is our last dance. Please make me feel loved and adored.  Please don't forget I'm here for you.

I went to her. Wrapped my arms around her waist and I whispered. You are my only mercy I have known and I will do anything for you. Anything to keep you in my life my love.

                                 John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[Lenard L. Banks III]

Dope... I loved and adored every line I was captivated from the first stanza. Love is finding love over and over again, elevating with every breath of consciousness. Only because in sync ever evolving everlasting love only exist through consciousness.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Lenard. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

lovely image; being trapped in romance is often better than dealing with the realities of saying goodbye

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Most of us will be foolish. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[boygene borice]

Wow! this is amazingly beautiful. Sometimes when poeple are already engaged, the love,the acts,the little things they used to do, disappear.
I love this poem

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[wordman]

this is great john,now i need a drink

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Wordman. I need a drink also.

[Jon Roggie]

I can't help myself. I hear Pina Colada playing in the background. Nice one.

[Coyote Poetry]

I need a long Island ice tea. Pina Colada for the young folks and thank you Jon for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

dead love is resurrected...the ice melts, the phones are shut off and the magic turned back on.

love it.

so nice to read revival in a relationship...

j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard work to keep love alive and thank you Jacob for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Mary]

This is absolutely beautiful!!!! A love story mature and true. A perfect reminder to never ever lose one's red dress. Thank you for sharing this.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Mary. Those sexy red dresses are reminders. We best pay attention. Thank you Mary for reading and the comment.

[Writing Angel]

so sweet the longing for constant fire in love, wow so special ... I loved this

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Poet. I appreciate the comment.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So sadly romantic Coyote. Beautifully soft and fragrant as are all your works. Indeed we fall complacent and acquiesce so easily when love is gone and we are so familiar there is no fire.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right John. Take two to tangle and one to forget.